His name rests
on a heart
That heart was
Once mine
That heart
Is cold without
Any feelings left
Its consumed of ice
That name breaks me
He broke it
Left me with
Shards of a shattered heart
Theres a feeling
All feel it
Except me
They call it love
My scars,
They wont allow me
To feel
This thing called love
He left me here
Im reminded daily
I have to pick up the pieces
The ones he broke
The cuts and bruises
Blood runs down
Its my fault.
Picked up the wrong piece
Maybe i was the problem
Like he said im stupid
I couldnt bare to lose him
So i delt with the pain
He hates me now
But it was my only choice
Seeing him leave
It hurts
But i know
Its for my safety
He wouldve killed me
He nearly did
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